In this moment in time I am writing to you from the First Class carriage of the train from Waterloo to Portsmouth:)  One of my slave is taking me to Normandy for the weekend to The French Dungeon
www.frenchdungeon.com  After several years of service and pleading , I bestowed upon him the privilege of treating me to a holiday. Naturally first class all the way for me and my own First Class cabin on the ferry while the slave sleeps in a seat somewhere below; I don't know or actually care where!
At this moment, I'm allowing him the privilege of massaging my beautifully pedicured feet while we are on the train. needles to say, people are staring at us. The women stare at me admiringly while the men glance furtively,no doubt wishing they were in my slave's space. In fact , the women sitting on the opposite site of the aisle had just told her husband on the phone that she wants a foot massage when she gets home ! Mistress Akella trend setter ! :)
Anyway I will be away until Monday morning. As a reward for his efforts , I will make sure that my slave never forgets his trip.
Sadistically yours
Mistress Akella